Smoke in the rear-view mirror
The wheels are coming off at top speed
Signs can be misleading
Everything is under control
Hit the ground shaking
Moving to the heartless rhythm of a dead beat
It came without a warning
The collision in me
So close
We came so close
Get on with what has to be done
So close we came so close
There's nothing left to learn
There's nothing left for us
Nothing left to burn
Get on with what has to be done
Sticking needles and pins into lonely skin
Suck the marrow without thinking
Today feels like ages ago
Hanging over balconies
Smoke bellowing up and out
Always comes without a warning
The collision in me

INVIA LE CORREZIONI